FRIDAY NIGHT DOG BLOG: WALKING AND PURPOSE May 10, 2014Posted by wmmbb in DOG BLOG -.
So what has been the purpose of life? Dexter and Hannah have, as far as I know, never paused to reflect, either in retrospect or prospect on this question.
For them it is to live and to be, and there is no division. Multiplication, as is true for the natural world in general is in the long run cause for diversity. It seems that it is only human beings, those with the cognitive edge, if not the consciousness edge who are out of balance.
Still for Dexter and Hannah (and all fellow canines) walking is to be engaged in for its own sake. They do not write, as Henry Thoreau did:
“As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives.”
Apparently May is National Walking Month in the UK. Finlo Rohrer had more at the BBC News Magazine reflected on walking as a activity:
. . .walking for any distance is usually a planned leisure activity. Or a health aid. Something to help people lose weight. Or keep their fitness. But there’s something else people get from choosing to walk. A place to think.
Wordsworth was a walker. His work is inextricably bound up with tramping in the Lake District. Drinking in the stark beauty. Getting lost in his thoughts.
Charles Dickens was a walker. He could easily rack up 20 miles, often at night. You can almost smell London’s atmosphere in his prose. Virginia Woolf walked for inspiration. She walked out from her home at Rodmell in the South Downs. She wandered through London’s parks.
Henry David Thoreau, who was both author and naturalist, walked and walked and walked. But even he couldn’t match the feat of someone like Constantin Brancusi, the sculptor who walked much of the way between his home village in Romania and Paris. Or indeed Patrick Leigh Fermor, whose walk from the Hook of Holland to Istanbul at the age of 18 inspired several volumes of travel writing. George Orwell, Thomas De Quincey, Nassim Nicholas Taleb, Friedrich Nietzsche, Bruce Chatwin, WG Sebald and Vladimir Nabokov are just some of the others who have written about it.
Others too have got into the act. As for Dexter, Hannah and me, we do walk most days,although this week has been especially light. Because the boys were riding their motor bikes, we diverted up to the dam, and saw a few ducks.
As for Fats Domino, he was walking back home to walk the blues away:
This could work on Budget Night when smoking Joe delivers his exposition on austerity, particularly for the undeserving. A neoLiberal delight, much like the response to climate change couched in the frame of denial. Before extending the general invitation to the ideologues, we might ourselves talk a walk.